Forward

I forgot who I was after I first shattered.

When grasping for some desperate way to connect was all that mattered.

Before I lost hope and spent years floating face down in the water,

I was happy once and carefree too; a lamb to the slaughter.

 

Now I know that I'll never be that innocent again.

Now I swim, instead of drown, but every now and then,

Memories flood in, from the darkest down days of the past:

Though instead of tears, I grin, and assure that today is not my last.

This poem is about: 
Me
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